She could not tell how much time had passed, but the sun was now shining brightly, lighting the whole room. Elanor was laying in bed, looking at the ceiling through the fabric of the curtains surroundings the bed. Casimir had left her side a while ago to wash up and get his day started. Now with an empty bed, and plenty of time of time to think about what happened, the woman started to understand what happened. Sorrow and guilt started to wash over her. How could she do that to someone like Aeolian? She swallowed the lump in her throat, fighting back tears of disgust. She felt her stomach twist and she pushed herself up slowly, almost hesitant to get up. The worst part, was that she enjoyed it, making her feel ever worse. How could she enjoy betraying Aeolian?
Her legs swung over the edge
